T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
Wha Is That at My Bower-door?
By Robert Burns (17591796)WHA is that at my bower-door? | |
O wha is it but Findlay. | |
Then gae your gate, ye’se nae be here! | |
Indeed maun, I quo’ Findlay. | |
What makes ye sae like a thief? | 5 |
O come and see, quo’ Findlay; | |
Before the morn ye’ll work mischief; | |
Indeed will I, quo’ Findlay. | |
Gif I rise an’ let you in; | |
Let me in, quo’ Findlay; | 10 |
Ye’ll keep me waukin’ wi’ your din, | |
Indeed will I, quo’ Findlay. | |
In my bower, if you should stay? | |
Let me stay, quo’ Findlay; | |
I fear ye’ll bide till break o’ day; | 15 |
Indeed will I, quo’ Findlay. | |
Here this night, if ye remain, | |
I’ll remain, quo’ Findlay; | |
I dread ye’ll learn the gate again, | |
Indeed will I, quo’ Findlay. | 20 |
What may pass within this bower, | |
Let it pass, quo’ Findlay; | |
Ye maun conceal till your last hour; | |
Indeed will I, quo’ Findlay! | |